{"id":239,"date":"2014-08-08T19:01:41","date_gmt":"2014-08-08T23:01:41","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/denisepence.com\/blog\/?p=239"},"modified":"2014-08-08T19:17:05","modified_gmt":"2014-08-08T23:17:05","slug":"inspiration","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/denisepence.com\/blog\/uncategorized\/inspiration\/","title":{"rendered":"Inspiration"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"Twin<\/a>The call from a neighbor to my office asked, “Could you come home early? \u00a0There’s been a fire in your apartment and Steve needs you.” \u00a0I just thought Steve tried to light the pilot light in the oven & something blew. \u00a0When I got home, however, it seemed like everyone in our apartment building was in my apartment helping clear the debris from a fire. \u00a0A real fire. \u00a0I mean fire engines\/911\/& a completely gutted, black bedroom.<\/p>\n

The story goes that my Sir Galahad of a husband entered our apartment via the upstairs balcony in the middle of a raging fire, crawled thru the smoke-filled living room to unlock the front door just in time for the fire fighters to throw him to safety and take over our apartment. \u00a0 In the aftermath, smoke damage throughout, I kept thinking “don’t throw that out — it means so much to us — I’ll clean it. \u00a0I’ll repair everything.” \u00a0But no — everything went into the trash. \u00a0Jewelry. \u00a0Hats. \u00a0Pictures. \u00a0OMG, the pictures. \u00a0I’d only just finished building the hall picture gallery with a tribute to both our ancestry. \u00a0Gone. \u00a0All gone.<\/p>\n

And bit by bit, we rebuilt. \u00a0I found a new hat, we primed and painted and recreated our safe haven — even better than it was before. \u00a0Is there something to be learned here? \u00a0Is there really a rainbow at the end of every storm? \u00a0I like to believe that to be true. \u00a0BUT . . .<\/p>\n

Visualization of a dream, I’ve learned, only manifests thru good ole sweat equity. \u00a0Somehow rebuilding our apartment was much more tangible than\u00a0say, rebuilding one’s career.<\/p>\n

How does one stay inspired?<\/p>\n

The new 9\/11 Memorial is incredibly inspiring. \u00a0It honors those who lost their lives with the purifying surge of waterfalls; allowing space for reflection and meditation. \u00a0This summer my husband and I walked barefoot on the grass between the Washington Memorial and the Lincoln Center Memorial, cooling off in the wading pool of the WWII Memorial in Washington DC. \u00a0Mind-boggling to know how many lives were lost in defense of our American principles — and what beauty we can create in tribute to those memories.<\/p>\n

In a weird way, I’m doing that with this website. \u00a0I honor my past; I’m inspired by our unions who fight for diversity (being over-40 is now considered “diversity”); fight for respect in a media world where youth & beauty trumps talent. \u00a0If you’re fresh out of college with an MFA in Theater, Film or Dance, you deserve to be paid for your skill. \u00a0 Don’t waste your time and talent on jobs that do not pay into your pension & provide you with health care. \u00a0Encourage producers who want YOU to “go union.”<\/p>\n

In the meantime, know that it’s never too late to pursue that dream. \u00a0My daughters still think I’m crazy, but I would never trade the last few years spent manifesting Rehearsal Club Magic for dollars in the bank vulnerable to yet another crash.<\/p>\n

Some things you earn in this life just can’t go up in smoke. \u00a0They’re a part of your soul.<\/p>\n

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The call from a neighbor to my office asked, “Could you come home early? \u00a0There’s been a fire in your apartment and Steve needs you.” \u00a0I just thought Steve tried to light the pilot light in the oven & something blew. \u00a0When I got home, however, it seemed like everyone in our apartment building was in my apartment helping clear the debris from a fire. \u00a0A real fire. \u00a0I mean fire engines\/911\/& a completely gutted, black bedroom. The story goes that my Sir Galahad of a husband entered our apartment via the upstairs balcony in the middle of a raging \u2026<\/p>\n

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